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Chapter 8 (?)
Can You Hear the Bells?
Nicholas Thomas twirled his bride in his arms. Kristin Thomas who had officially become Mrs. Thomas only mere hours ago was absolutely beaming at him. Her best friend, Mary Anne Morgan was sitting at a table hearing the events of the last week from her daughter. George Morgan smiled lovingly at his wife as she gave him the evil eye over hearing about more then a few late nights. Elizabeth and Watson Brewer were lost in a memory of their own wedding while they waltzed about. Stacey McGill was laughing loudly because of something Sam Thomas had said, while Jessica Ramsey with enviable grace danced with her intended. Everyone seemed to have someone. Except for a woman who was currently taking those couples photos with envious eyes. And a man who was smiling quietly to himself, while watching his laughing daughter twirl about on the dance floor. Could perhaps these two lonely souls find one and other? Could that loneliness be transformed into love? Oh I think so.
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"Kristy you look amazing!" The bride looked at herself in the mirror with a petrified expression.
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
"What? Marrying a man that is perfect for you, a man that willingly puts up with your big mouth, bossy personality and your fashion sense? Who in fact sees all of these horrifying faults of yours as endearing? You're right Kristy you are completely and totally out of your mind." Abby grabbed the bouquet of white lilies as she said this and put them in her old friend's shaking hands.
"Do you have something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue? asked Stacey while she readjusted Kristy's veil.
"I don't know, do I?"
"Yes Kristy you do. Your necklace is over a hundred years old. Your dress is new and your pearl earrings you borrowed from me. I wore them on my wedding day. And sticking with tradition started by your mother, your underwear is blue."
"Oh good."
"What about the six-pence in the shoe?" asked Dawn.
"Will a quarter do?" said Sparrow with a camera in one of her hands. With the other she pulled a quarter out of her pocket.
"I think it will." Mallory smiled at them all while twirling her own wedding ring around her finger.
It had been decided that the wedding party would be small. Kristy had three bridesmaids (Mary Anne, Karen and Emily Michelle) while Nick had his three for groomsmen. The wedding was mere minutes from starting. Kristy was in the kitchen pacing like an expectant father. Mary Anne and Elizabeth were following her along trying to calm her down, while Karen and Emily Michelle just watched them amused. Sparrow was everywhere taking photo's, while many of the BSC were performing small details for the ceremony. Charlie Thomas was sitting in the front seat in the back yard of the Brewer house with the rest of the guests and family.
"Kristy, you need to stop pacing and calm down."
"I can't, so don't even ask me to. I have no idea how either of you did this," said Kristy referring to her mother and Mary Anne.
"By remembering the men who we were marrying and the future we were going to create together."
"Is it a bad thing that every time I think of Nick and the future I want to throw up? And where did you read that line? O magazine?"
Meanwhile in the backyard.
Sparrow O'Connelly focused her camera in on the face of Charlie Thomas. Remembering the dream of last night she smiled. CLICK. Perhaps she'd keep that one. At that moment the groomsmen came out with the Priest. It was show time. Sparrow quickly voomed away from Charlie and started snapping away. The flower girl began walking down the isle. She was wearing a peach colored dress that she kept tripping on. CLICK. The bridesmaids came down the isle looking eerily calm dressed in the same peach color as the flower girl. Kristy looking green and less then gorgeous walked down the isle after them on the arm of Watson, while everyone stood up and the wedding march started up. Oh my, though Sparrow, she looks about ready to either puke or run. SNAP! Nick smiled at his bride lovingly despite the fact she looked ready to ride the porcelain bus out of there. When Kristy finally reached Nick, he whispered something in her ear that made her smile.
"Dearly beloved we our gathered here today in the presence of God to join in Holy Matrimony this man and this woman." The ceremony was brief and beautiful. Throughout Kristy got less green and more gorgeous (as brides are supposed to be). By the time the Priest announced that Nick could kiss the bride she was beaming like a headlight at midnight.
(A/N: This is what results when you listen to sappy music and read romance novels at the same time:)
Sparrow smiled at the couples all around her. That smile grew even bigger when she saw Nick and Kristy.
"Well she's finally convinced!" Sparrow jumped a mile in the air in surprise and turned around. There stood Charlie smiling at her and offering a glass of champagne.
"Convinced of what exactly?" Sparrow asked while happily accepting the glass of champagne.
"That she made the right choice in marrying Nick."
"That she did." Sparrow turned and continued watching the bride and groom.
"Why Sparrow that almost sounded envious!"
"It was." Charlie's smile turned almost sympathetic.
"Come on, you'll find someone. Just give it some time." Sparrow turned and looked at him oddly.
"Thank you, Mother."
"Yes, that was a little mother sounding. I blame it on Mac."
"Spoken like a true coward."
"How about a dance? You won't be able to say I'm a coward if I do that."
"HEY!" She said lightly hitting him in the chest. Electricity shot between them. That strange connection from the lets just calls it the "Folding Chair Expedition" formed between them again.
"I heard about what happened at that charity ball. Did you really set fire to his tie?" Charlie asked quietly. There was no comment from Sparrow, but not because she was outraged. He set their champagne glasses down somewhere and led Sparrow out onto the dance floor. And Sparrow's suspicion that his arms were as strong as they had been in her dream was proven true. Many saw them together and wondered. And then laughed at themselves for thinking it, but Charlie and Sparrow were looking into each other's eyes with such great intensity that the impossible didn't seem quite so unbelievable. The song ended. The two stopped dancing, but they didn't move away from one and other.
"See, I didn't set you on fire," said Sparrow quietly as her hands dropped to her side. Charlie said nothing. He just leaned in closer as to kiss her. And just as their lips were going to touch a voice boomed. The two jumped apart from one another blushing.
"All eligible females over to the corner of the lawn! The bride is about to throw the bouquet!"
"Well, I guess that's me."
"Yah! Yah." That last yah was muttered as he watched Sparrow walk away.
"Well, you two were looking mighty cozy up on that dance floor."
"Mom!" Charlie spun around and came face to face with Elizabeth.
"I have to admit I wouldn't have thought Sparrow."
"Mom."
"But, I guess it's just like they say. Opposites attract."
"It's not like that."
"She'll be good for you Charlie. You need more chaos in your life."
"Mom there is nothing going on between us and I doubt there ever will be."
"Charlie, never say never." And with that she winked at him and went to talk to Sam.
That sounded ominous, he thought. He turned to look at Sparrow again. She was standing a little to the right of Kristy, who held a bouquet in her hands. He watched as his little sister tossed it. He smiled as the mob of females all lunged for it. He laughed when it flew squarely into the face of Sparrow. He saw his mother's pointed look and he gulped before going in search of alcohol.
The rest of the evening wore on. Nick's great Uncle Albert got really drunk and started singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" at the top of his lungs. His wife eventually dragged him off to sleep it off. Kristy and Nick cut the cake. The Groom thrust his piece of cake right into his bride's eye. Kristy's laughter could have been heard in outer space. Eventually it was time for them to go. Running amid showering of birdseeds they headed for the car and drove off for their honeymoon in Hawaii. And like all good things, it had to end. Charlie took his sleeping child home, Sparrow and her camera headed right for bed in the Brewer mansion and the rest of the guests followed suit.
The next afternoon Sparrow was scheduled to go back to New York. Course when one is up late and had been drinking, you have a tendency to sleep in. Consequently Sparrow had little if no time to pack.
"Where did I put that damn cell phone!?"
"Sparrow it's right over here!"
"Thanks!"
"You better get going or you're going to miss your train!"
"I know, I know, I know. Actually you know what I know? This wouldn't have happened if you were going with me Mary Anne!" Sparrow stuffed the last of her clothes into her orange suitcase and ran out the guest room door. She said a quick goodbye to the Brewer's and her old friend. (Mary Anne was staying an extra week to visit with Dawn and her folks) Quickly Sparrow and Watson headed to the train station. They got there with a whole ten minutes to spare. She took one minute to say thanks and bye to Watson who returned the sentiment. Heading for her train, Sparrow's mind once again went back to the night before. Subconsciously her hand started shifting through her shoulder bag looking for a mint. Finding one she popped it into her mouth and went to climb onto her train.
"Wait! Sparrow! Turning quickly she found herself face to face with Charlie
"Charlie what the heck?" He didn't answer her, instead he leaned in and kissed her.
"I wanted to do that for a long time now. I hope you don't mind." Sparrow stood there dumbfounded for a second.
" I have to get on the train now." Then she did something as unexpected as Charlie. She leaned in and kissed him back. "Goodbye." Charlie was still standing there when the train pulled away five minutes later. In his mouth was a mint.
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Disclaimer: Own nothing and really mean it this time.
Chapter 8 (?)
Can You Hear the Bells?
Nicholas Thomas twirled his bride in his arms. Kristin Thomas who had officially become Mrs. Thomas only mere hours ago was absolutely beaming at him. Her best friend, Mary Anne Morgan was sitting at a table hearing the events of the last week from her daughter. George Morgan smiled lovingly at his wife as she gave him the evil eye over hearing about more then a few late nights. Elizabeth and Watson Brewer were lost in a memory of their own wedding while they waltzed about. Stacey McGill was laughing loudly because of something Sam Thomas had said, while Jessica Ramsey with enviable grace danced with her intended. Everyone seemed to have someone. Except for a woman who was currently taking those couples photos with envious eyes. And a man who was smiling quietly to himself, while watching his laughing daughter twirl about on the dance floor. Could perhaps these two lonely souls find one and other? Could that loneliness be transformed into love? Oh I think so.
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"Kristy you look amazing!" The bride looked at herself in the mirror with a petrified expression.
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
"What? Marrying a man that is perfect for you, a man that willingly puts up with your big mouth, bossy personality and your fashion sense? Who in fact sees all of these horrifying faults of yours as endearing? You're right Kristy you are completely and totally out of your mind." Abby grabbed the bouquet of white lilies as she said this and put them in her old friend's shaking hands.
"Do you have something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue? asked Stacey while she readjusted Kristy's veil.
"I don't know, do I?"
"Yes Kristy you do. Your necklace is over a hundred years old. Your dress is new and your pearl earrings you borrowed from me. I wore them on my wedding day. And sticking with tradition started by your mother, your underwear is blue."
"Oh good."
"What about the six-pence in the shoe?" asked Dawn.
"Will a quarter do?" said Sparrow with a camera in one of her hands. With the other she pulled a quarter out of her pocket.
"I think it will." Mallory smiled at them all while twirling her own wedding ring around her finger.
It had been decided that the wedding party would be small. Kristy had three bridesmaids (Mary Anne, Karen and Emily Michelle) while Nick had his three for groomsmen. The wedding was mere minutes from starting. Kristy was in the kitchen pacing like an expectant father. Mary Anne and Elizabeth were following her along trying to calm her down, while Karen and Emily Michelle just watched them amused. Sparrow was everywhere taking photo's, while many of the BSC were performing small details for the ceremony. Charlie Thomas was sitting in the front seat in the back yard of the Brewer house with the rest of the guests and family.
"Kristy, you need to stop pacing and calm down."
"I can't, so don't even ask me to. I have no idea how either of you did this," said Kristy referring to her mother and Mary Anne.
"By remembering the men who we were marrying and the future we were going to create together."
"Is it a bad thing that every time I think of Nick and the future I want to throw up? And where did you read that line? O magazine?"
Meanwhile in the backyard.
Sparrow O'Connelly focused her camera in on the face of Charlie Thomas. Remembering the dream of last night she smiled. CLICK. Perhaps she'd keep that one. At that moment the groomsmen came out with the Priest. It was show time. Sparrow quickly voomed away from Charlie and started snapping away. The flower girl began walking down the isle. She was wearing a peach colored dress that she kept tripping on. CLICK. The bridesmaids came down the isle looking eerily calm dressed in the same peach color as the flower girl. Kristy looking green and less then gorgeous walked down the isle after them on the arm of Watson, while everyone stood up and the wedding march started up. Oh my, though Sparrow, she looks about ready to either puke or run. SNAP! Nick smiled at his bride lovingly despite the fact she looked ready to ride the porcelain bus out of there. When Kristy finally reached Nick, he whispered something in her ear that made her smile.
"Dearly beloved we our gathered here today in the presence of God to join in Holy Matrimony this man and this woman." The ceremony was brief and beautiful. Throughout Kristy got less green and more gorgeous (as brides are supposed to be). By the time the Priest announced that Nick could kiss the bride she was beaming like a headlight at midnight.
(A/N: This is what results when you listen to sappy music and read romance novels at the same time:)
Sparrow smiled at the couples all around her. That smile grew even bigger when she saw Nick and Kristy.
"Well she's finally convinced!" Sparrow jumped a mile in the air in surprise and turned around. There stood Charlie smiling at her and offering a glass of champagne.
"Convinced of what exactly?" Sparrow asked while happily accepting the glass of champagne.
"That she made the right choice in marrying Nick."
"That she did." Sparrow turned and continued watching the bride and groom.
"Why Sparrow that almost sounded envious!"
"It was." Charlie's smile turned almost sympathetic.
"Come on, you'll find someone. Just give it some time." Sparrow turned and looked at him oddly.
"Thank you, Mother."
"Yes, that was a little mother sounding. I blame it on Mac."
"Spoken like a true coward."
"How about a dance? You won't be able to say I'm a coward if I do that."
"HEY!" She said lightly hitting him in the chest. Electricity shot between them. That strange connection from the lets just calls it the "Folding Chair Expedition" formed between them again.
"I heard about what happened at that charity ball. Did you really set fire to his tie?" Charlie asked quietly. There was no comment from Sparrow, but not because she was outraged. He set their champagne glasses down somewhere and led Sparrow out onto the dance floor. And Sparrow's suspicion that his arms were as strong as they had been in her dream was proven true. Many saw them together and wondered. And then laughed at themselves for thinking it, but Charlie and Sparrow were looking into each other's eyes with such great intensity that the impossible didn't seem quite so unbelievable. The song ended. The two stopped dancing, but they didn't move away from one and other.
"See, I didn't set you on fire," said Sparrow quietly as her hands dropped to her side. Charlie said nothing. He just leaned in closer as to kiss her. And just as their lips were going to touch a voice boomed. The two jumped apart from one another blushing.
"All eligible females over to the corner of the lawn! The bride is about to throw the bouquet!"
"Well, I guess that's me."
"Yah! Yah." That last yah was muttered as he watched Sparrow walk away.
"Well, you two were looking mighty cozy up on that dance floor."
"Mom!" Charlie spun around and came face to face with Elizabeth.
"I have to admit I wouldn't have thought Sparrow."
"Mom."
"But, I guess it's just like they say. Opposites attract."
"It's not like that."
"She'll be good for you Charlie. You need more chaos in your life."
"Mom there is nothing going on between us and I doubt there ever will be."
"Charlie, never say never." And with that she winked at him and went to talk to Sam.
That sounded ominous, he thought. He turned to look at Sparrow again. She was standing a little to the right of Kristy, who held a bouquet in her hands. He watched as his little sister tossed it. He smiled as the mob of females all lunged for it. He laughed when it flew squarely into the face of Sparrow. He saw his mother's pointed look and he gulped before going in search of alcohol.
The rest of the evening wore on. Nick's great Uncle Albert got really drunk and started singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" at the top of his lungs. His wife eventually dragged him off to sleep it off. Kristy and Nick cut the cake. The Groom thrust his piece of cake right into his bride's eye. Kristy's laughter could have been heard in outer space. Eventually it was time for them to go. Running amid showering of birdseeds they headed for the car and drove off for their honeymoon in Hawaii. And like all good things, it had to end. Charlie took his sleeping child home, Sparrow and her camera headed right for bed in the Brewer mansion and the rest of the guests followed suit.
The next afternoon Sparrow was scheduled to go back to New York. Course when one is up late and had been drinking, you have a tendency to sleep in. Consequently Sparrow had little if no time to pack.
"Where did I put that damn cell phone!?"
"Sparrow it's right over here!"
"Thanks!"
"You better get going or you're going to miss your train!"
"I know, I know, I know. Actually you know what I know? This wouldn't have happened if you were going with me Mary Anne!" Sparrow stuffed the last of her clothes into her orange suitcase and ran out the guest room door. She said a quick goodbye to the Brewer's and her old friend. (Mary Anne was staying an extra week to visit with Dawn and her folks) Quickly Sparrow and Watson headed to the train station. They got there with a whole ten minutes to spare. She took one minute to say thanks and bye to Watson who returned the sentiment. Heading for her train, Sparrow's mind once again went back to the night before. Subconsciously her hand started shifting through her shoulder bag looking for a mint. Finding one she popped it into her mouth and went to climb onto her train.
"Wait! Sparrow! Turning quickly she found herself face to face with Charlie
"Charlie what the heck?" He didn't answer her, instead he leaned in and kissed her.
"I wanted to do that for a long time now. I hope you don't mind." Sparrow stood there dumbfounded for a second.
" I have to get on the train now." Then she did something as unexpected as Charlie. She leaned in and kissed him back. "Goodbye." Charlie was still standing there when the train pulled away five minutes later. In his mouth was a mint.
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